Óscar didn't like stripper clubs, not even bars. He didn't enjoy drinking either, but there was not much to do here on this piece of land that God seemed to forget about. He took some gulps from his drink, some of the waitresses recognizing him as they gave him a wink, most of them smiling at him as he looked at them, the rest just giving him some looks that could only be described as "boner givers". [color=00a651]"Guess they have to make money..."[/color] the Spaniard thought to himself, turning away from the counter and walking around the club, most of the time lowering his view to admire the (mostly) good and round bottoms of the ladies in there. 

Bambi came up to one of the stages, her almost non-existent clothing barely covering her sensual and private parts, most of the guys there drooling as she started to work the pole: He found her attractive, but it had been so long since he felt anything for another person that his "Spanish Romance" was a bit off [i][color=00a651]"Ay, Sandra..."[/color][/i] he thinks to himself.. Óscar sat on a couch around the poles, his initial upbeat and happy mood from receiving the payment he deserved for the job he did some weeks ago surely raised the spirits, but he just wasn't feeling it. He finished his drink, leaving it on one of the girls' tray that walked by, before standing up and going inside the bathrooms, having to push his way up there: Drunk bastards (most of them Moons) and horny cunts blocking the way up to it.

[b][color=00a651]"Hey, watch it [i]coño![/i]"[/color][/b] He said, someone's drink almost being spilled right onto his head.

The man shook his head, continuing to go into the bathroom and opening the door, the stench of alcohol and what appeared to be sweat filling the entire room, he had to make an effort not to gag and enter. Walking up to one of the sinks, he took his phone out: No new messages. He felt good for a moment, then bad, then good again, then really bad. For once, he felt secure that no old contacts have tried to follow him, but he also missed the basic human contact. Not just greeting someone, Óscar needed to hold a conversation with someone, at least to let off some steam. Suddenly, the door opened again, a white male entering, he seemed slightly drunk but aware of his surroundings.

[color=662d91][b]"Hello..."[/b][/color] he said as he entered, walking up to the sink beside Óscar.

[color=00a651][b]"Hey"[/b][/color] the Spaniard replied, eyeing him for a moment, raising an eyebrow [b][color=00a651]"Don't I know you from somewhere..?"[/color][/b] he asked, turning on the faucet, in an attempt to wash his hands.

[b][color=662d91]"Maybe, I'm the guy who gets paid less than you after working a shit ton of time for the Laurents..."[/color][/b] the man replied, glancing at Óscar [color=662d91][b]"You fucking spic, stealing our money...I'm sure you work for the Moons, y-you had something to do with the attack..."[/b][/color]

The bounty hunter finished washing his hands, scratching his beard as he accommodated the pompadour on his head [color=00a651][b]"Attack? Did the Moons do something?"[/b][/color] He had no idea what he was talking about, but maybe the Laurents wanted revenge, and who'd do it best than him? He didn't mind the insult, he had heard it too many times to get offended by it. He started to walk out of the bathroom, going past the man [b][color=00a651]"Tell your boss to call me..."[/color][/b] he told him, giving him a pat on the back.

[color=662d91][b]"Oi, get back h-here you bastard!"[/b][/color] the man pushed Óscar outside of the bathroom by giving him a punch right on the back, the door hitting a pair of men talking about something important [b][color=662d91]"I ain't gonna let a fuckin' orphan steal more of our money! I'm sure I could use it better with your mother's urn!" [/color][/b]

The "Spic" managed to stay up, looking back at the man as he clenched his fists, looking around the place and noticing the bouncer from before, Jim, coming in. [b][color=f7941d]"Yo what's the matter?"[/color][/b] he asked, looking at the Laurent's guy [b][color=662d91]"None of your business, nigger!"[/color][/b] he yelled at him, before giving him a quick headbutt: Jim fell back into a table, his nose bleeding as Óscar [url=https://youtu.be/ewFBuYHldeY?t=35
]loses it[/url] [color=00a651][b]"Oh that's it [i]hijo de puta[/i]!"[/b][/color] he yelled, taking a tray off of a waitress' hands, slamming it onto the man's face, throwing it aside as the man recoils into the wall, Óscar getting grabbed by another of Laurent's man as he just saw him attack one of his comrades, quickly attempting to get him into a headlock to choke him, some of the more drunk Moons going into the fight as everything just turns into chaos: The bouncers trying to stop the fight with more of it, Moons against Laurents and Óscar in the middle just punching and kicking everyone that tries to get close to him, getting hit in the stomach a couple of times, enraged.